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Chapter 8: A Dangerous Preposition
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Bound by His Desire: The Mafia King’s Mistress & Secret Heir Chapter 41: The Empty Room
Chaos did not announce itself politely.It tore through the safe house like a living thing—screams of warning, boots pounding against floors, the sharp metallic click of weapons being loaded. Orders overlapped. Radios crackled. The illusion of control fractured under the weight of reality.Damien Moretti stood at the center of it.He moved like a man born for this kind of storm—calm, precise, lethal. His voice cut through the noise with brutal authority.“South corridor, lock it down. Nobody fires unless they have a clear shot. I want eyes on every exit—now.”Men snapped into motion without hesitation.But Elena barely heard him.The first gunshot rang out again—closer this time—and something inside her snapped clean in two.Her mind did not weigh options.It did not calculate odds.It went to one place only.Draco.“Mama—!”She didn’t know if she imagined the sound of his voice or if it was memory clawing its way into panic. Either way, her body was already moving.“Elena—wait!”Nico
Bound by His Desire: The Mafia King’s Mistress & Secret Heir Chapter 40 : A Quiet Intimacy
For a moment, the world slowed. Not stopped—never stopped—but softened, like everything sharp had been wrapped in cotton.Above them, the stars burned quietly, distant and indifferent. Insects hummed in the brush beyond the porch, their rhythm steady and ancient. The faint scent of pine drifted through the air, mingling with smoke and damp earth, grounding Elena in the present when her thoughts threatened to run too far ahead.Nico flicked the cigarette away into the gravel, watching the ember arc briefly through the dark before dying. He crushed it under his shoe with a deliberate twist, like he was extinguishing more than just nicotine.He turned slightly toward her. Not fully. Not intrusively. Just enough that the shift mattered. His voice, when he spoke, was lower now—stripped of humor, stripped of the teasing edge he wore like armor.“Whatever happens tomorrow,” he said, “you won’t face it alone. I promise.”The words weren’t dramatic. He didn’t dress them up or hedge them with c
Bound by His Desire: The Mafia King’s Mistress & Secret Heir Chapter 39 : Fear’s part of the job.
Elena tilted her head back, letting the stars fill her vision.They were sharper out here, away from city lights—cold pinpricks scattered across an endless dark. She used to make wishes on nights like this. Silly, half-hearted things she never expected the universe to answer. Safety. Love. A life that didn’t feel like borrowed time.Her breath fogged faintly as she spoke.“Do you ever wonder what life would be like,” she asked quietly, “if we weren’t in this world?”The question wasn’t sudden. It had been circling inside her all night, pressing against her ribs until it needed air.Beside her, Nico let out a low, almost amused chuckle. He lifted the cigarette back to his lips, took a slow drag, then exhaled deliberately. The smoke unraveled as it rose, thinning and disappearing into the sky like it had never existed at all.“I don’t let myself think about things I can’t have,” he said.Not bitter. Not defensive. Just… practiced.Elena nodded slowly, absorbing that. The words landed he
Bound by His Desire: The Mafia King’s Mistress & Secret Heir Chapter 38 : The Night Before Chaos
Night settled over the safe house like a held breath.Not the gentle kind of quiet that came with safety, but the oppressive stillness that followed too many storms survived and too many left waiting. The kind that pressed against the ears until silence itself felt loud.Elena lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.The faint outline of a crack ran diagonally above her—something she hadn’t noticed before tonight. Or maybe she had, and her mind had simply refused to linger on small imperfections when larger ones threatened to tear everything apart.From the next room, Draco’s breathing drifted through the thin wall. Slow. Even. Trusting.It anchored her.She closed her eyes, but the darkness behind them only sharpened her thoughts.Damien.The way his voice had softened without effort when he spoke to Draco. The way his body had angled instinctively between danger and her son, even when there was no immediate threat. The promise he had given so easily—Always—without knowing the weight
Bound by His Desire: The Mafia King’s Mistress & Secret Heir Chapter 37 : The calm before the war.
The hallway felt colder than it had moments ago.Elena leaned her back against the wall just outside Draco’s room, the wood pressing lightly between her shoulder blades. The faint hum of the safe house surrounded her—distant footsteps somewhere downstairs, a door opening and closing, the soft rattle of wind against the windows—but all of it sounded muffled, as if she were underwater.She closed her eyes.Her heart still hadn’t slowed from what she had just witnessed.Damien’s voice—low, steady, instinctively protective—echoed in her mind with cruel clarity.Always, kid.It wasn’t the promise itself that shattered her composure. It was how natural it had sounded. How effortless. How deeply it had come from a place he didn’t even realize existed.Her fingers curled slightly against her arms, nails pressing into the thin cotton of the borrowed shirt she still wore. His shirt. The scen
Bound by His Desire: The Mafia King’s Mistress & Secret Heir Chapter 36 : The Innocent Question
Silence settled over the kitchen again, soft and unguarded, like the world itself had decided to move more slowly for a while. The early light of dawn stretched through the windows in pale ribbons, painting the wooden floor with muted gold. The rain had thinned to a faint drizzle, barely audible now—just a distant whisper against the glass.Damien remained seated at the table, the mug warm between his hands though the coffee inside had already cooled. He wasn’t drinking it anymore. He was listening—to the house, to the quiet, to the echo of small footsteps that had only just faded down the hall.Then those footsteps returned.Draco reappeared in the doorway, plush wolf tucked under his arm, hair still a wild halo from sleep. He hesitated there for a moment, as if gathering courage for something important. His gaze locked onto Damien with unusual focus, the kind of intensity only children could carry when they believed their question held the we
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